Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Philippines and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sound Behaviour to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
The Index,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.